River POV
As I gazed upon my brother, a surge of anger brewed within me, causing my vision to blur with red haze. The sight of him standing there, with the faint smell of my father lingering in the air, only fueled my fury further. However, I knew I couldn't let my anger consume me. Acting out of sheer rage and hatred would cloud my judgment. Instead, I forced myself to focus on my goal - gaining support to protect and restore my mate's rightful life.
Today, my motivation wasn't driven by anger, but by love. Love for my mate, pushing me towards victory. Standing face to face with my half-brother, I observed a wicked smirk dancing on his lips, as if he relished the impending confrontation. Determined to wipe that arrogant expression from his face, I braced myself.
The pack Elder's voice
